[1v1/PRP] Beauty and Beast [Lan & Shikoba] (FIN)

[medigel]

He smirked a bit. "I have a feeling if nothing else that I would chafe against your system. Too many rules with too many people to speak to. I forget the word . . . ah! Beauracracy is what it appears to me. Red tape. Not enough action for my tastes."

The arrow aimed for his chest, but he swiped at the projectile before it could hit, earning him a new cut across his palm. Without warning he discarded the bow and arrow off to the side, summoned his dagger, and sent it whirling at Lan. "I do, however, like the color red. Perhaps you will let me paint you?"

HP: 32
Damage: 4

iStoleYurVamps

 

[medigel]

"Then I suggest planning quickly." The dagger disappeared behind her only to be resummoned to his hand. Shik held it up and closed one eye, acting as those his weapon was a paintbrush that he was using to measure where the next stroke should land -

"Anything and everything is a weapon, Lan of the Arrows. Something as soft as one's tongue or as unreachable as one's mind can often be the sharpest tool to have - you would know, no? Though I am of War and therefore more savvy to chaos, even planning has its merits for me."

- and then launched himself in Lan's direction with a powerful beat of his wings, spinning the dagger at her once more towards the opposite arm.

HP: 32
Damage: 5

iStoleYurVamps

 

[medigel]

Of all the things he imagined she would react with, yielding was not one of them. Again the kris dagger was summoned back to his hand in case this was a trick, his eyes narrowing suspiciously at her peaceful gesture. "You came to me with an offer of a true fight," he said with an accusing tone as Lan touched the fresh wound. "And yet we are hardly winded! Are you so delicate that a few cuts break your morale?"

Proper plans, FEAR gathering, Lairs - they were far away and made for better discussion outside the battlefield as far as he was concerned. Right now they were just additional static that was adding to the unwanted pile called "not physically retaliating".

iStoleYurVamps

 

[medigel]

Taking in her words, her excuses, her pettiness - it made him flare his nostrils with an angry snort. "Go then," he growled, desummoning his weapon. "Attend to . . . that, since it's so important." He made a gesture to the tears in her clothes, clearly unimpressed with the whole thing. A battle wasn't supposed to end so anticlimactically, let alone over one's godsworn clothes. Outmatched? Maybe, but he still expected her own pride to let her keep going - what was the point of winning if the opponent did not fight until the bitter end?

But who was he kidding: Conquest's priorities were a mess to begin with.

"Let me know when you're willing to forgo that nonsense and have that true fight."

iStoleYurVamps

Not at all~ I'm more sorry about the herp reply

 

[medigel]

"I'll put more stock in your words when I hear the arrows coming." And that was all Shik had left to say as he turned, grabbed the near-forgotten bow, and alighted in the air towards camp, not for the first time glad that the clans remained in separate areas despite being united.

iStoleYurVamps

Yar! Thanks again for the fight, and I saw that gelding comment she made to Danny. FUTURE LOL.[/]